Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Wakings are the worst times--almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on my heart.